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fighting_mad) wrote2006-08-20 07:34 pm
fighting_mad) wrote2006-08-20 07:34 pm
[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Apartments
The night started out well enough.
Plourr mingled, and everything felt easier, somehow, than it had the last time she had been called on to host a state function. It felt-- less forced. She even had a halfway civil (if short) conversation with her mother-in-law, and most of the dignitaries whom she had to speak to were interesting and--
then her head of security pulled her aside and told her that Princess Leia Organa and Lieutenant Tycho Celchu had been kidnapped.
Kidnapped. From her world, her palace.
Fel, of all people, gets the information out of the traitor, Count Laabann. Moff Tavira has them. Plourr wants to go after them with the royal navy, with her people; she nearly does (because it's her planet, her guest, her friend). But Han Solo stops her in her tracks; points out that she's hosting this whole deal. She can't up and leave leave.
So in the end, Plourr has Laabann thrown into a cell and she goes back to the kriffing party.
It's hours later that she's curled up at one end of the sofa in the royal apartments (her apartments, she has to remind herself), barefoot and wearing shorts and a white undershirt. She is theoretically reading her datapad, but mostly staring into space.
Plourr mingled, and everything felt easier, somehow, than it had the last time she had been called on to host a state function. It felt-- less forced. She even had a halfway civil (if short) conversation with her mother-in-law, and most of the dignitaries whom she had to speak to were interesting and--
then her head of security pulled her aside and told her that Princess Leia Organa and Lieutenant Tycho Celchu had been kidnapped.
Kidnapped. From her world, her palace.
Fel, of all people, gets the information out of the traitor, Count Laabann. Moff Tavira has them. Plourr wants to go after them with the royal navy, with her people; she nearly does (because it's her planet, her guest, her friend). But Han Solo stops her in her tracks; points out that she's hosting this whole deal. She can't up and leave leave.
So in the end, Plourr has Laabann thrown into a cell and she goes back to the kriffing party.
It's hours later that she's curled up at one end of the sofa in the royal apartments (her apartments, she has to remind herself), barefoot and wearing shorts and a white undershirt. She is theoretically reading her datapad, but mostly staring into space.